Yaadein...............the sweet n sour moments shared from life.

                Prem ka rakhte nahi MAAN, Khoon se bhi upar inki AAN, Be-jhijhak le lete apno ki JAAN, Ye kaisa SAMMAAN ? Barso seencha jinko tan-man se, Wahi phool kyu kaanto se chubhte? Pal bhar mei mar jaate jazbaat, Kyu insaan ho jate PAASHAAN? Ye kaisa SAMMAAN? Kab tutengi ye rasmo ki bediyaa? Kab tutenge jaat-paat ke bandhan? Kya yahi hai VINi hamaare sanskaaro ki PEHCHAAN? Ye kaisa SAMMAAN? -Vinita Surana HONOR KILLINGS? Aakhir apni jhoothi AAN-BAAN-SHAAN ki khaatir aur kitni kurbaaniya lenge ye insaan jo khud ko samajhte hai Bhagwaan? Pichle 2 varsho se apno ke hi khauff ke saaye mei ji rahe Abdul Hakim (28) aur Mehwish (26) ka kasoor sirf itna tha ki unhone apne pariwaaro ke khilaaf ja kar vivah kiya aur jaant-paant se pare apni khoobsurat duniya banane ka khwaab dekha. Apne hi gaanv mei apni bimaar maa ko dekhne jaana Abdul ke liye maut ka kaaran ban gaya. 5 maah pahle Aamir Khan ke show ' Satyamev ...

Mann ki dharti par janm leti hai anginat khwaahishe, Amar-bel si badhti hi jaati hai, kahi nahi rukti, Kyunki khwaahisho ka koi aasmaa nahi hota.     BY- VINITA Surana

Early next morning, Ghazal woke up with Vrinda shaking her. She got up quickly to find she was already late for school, having slept late. She quickly got Vrinda’s lunch box ready and handing her an envelope with her leave  application for the in - charge, saw her off for school. Vrinda was reluctant to go but she convinced her that Arun would be there at home, when she returned in the afternoon. Picking up the phone, she dialed their family doctor’s number, who also happened to be Arun’s good friend.        An hour later, Dr. Shailesh after thorough check up , diagnosed him with viral fever. Writing the prescription and a few precautionary tests, he assured Ghazal that everything would be just fine, Arun needed complete rest and lots of nourishing liquids. After seeing him off, when Ghazal came inside, she saw Arun getting ready to leave. “Where do you think, you are going ?”, she asked. “I don’t want to disturb you, I think it would be better i...

              Kahte hai har raat ke baad ek subah hoti hai. Phir kyu kuch aankhein kabhi na soti hai. Khamosh se kuch adhure khwaab G uzarti hui ghadiya piroti hai. Kahte hai har raat ke baad ek subah hoti hai. Andhere ke aanchal mei asha ke deep jhilmilaate hai. Kuch bhule se nagme phir zahan mei ubhar aate hai. Jab uthte hai yaado ke bhanwar Tab thehri hui saanso mei hulchul hoti hai. Kahte hai har raat ke baad ek subah hoti hai. Har badalte mausam ke apne rang hote hai. Meethi ujli dhoop chahekti hai par saaye bhi sang hote hai. Kabhi khilti hai nayi kopal To kabhi pattiya bhi daaman chhodd jati hai. Kahte hai har raat ke baad ek subah hoti hai. Jeevan hai ek dariya, sada hi bahta hai. Har bandhan se pare hai prem, yeh kahta hai. Saathi jo saath na chale to kya Yaadein to saath hoti hai. Yu hi nahi kahte VINi Har raat ke baad ek subah hoti hai. BY- Vinita S urana

Its often said PEOPLE COME AND GO …… BUT LIFE MOVES ON. But some people never go even after they leave this world. They live in your heart forever as the fondest memories. Ghazal’s life was a series of  events, some good, some tragic, yet her fondest memories were those moments spent with Mihir in her childhood and with Vaibhav in her youth. Two most important people in her life who had great influence on the person, she was now. Two people who had loved her unconditionally. But both of them had gone a distance from her… one of them forever , never to return. Her meeting with Samar on Face book was as though God’s compensation to fill the vacuum created by their departure. She felt herself lucky to have got such good friends at every turn of her life and their support and love , when it was most needed.            But still there is something call fate which follows its own path, unpredictable by humans. What Ghazal did not know, ...

Koi wajah nahi ki hum khush na ho. Kyuki khushi nahi mohtaj kisi khaas waqt ya insaan ki. Agar dhoondhe to mil jati hai kahi kisi kitaab ke panne mei. Chahe to dil chhoo leti hai kisi geet ke meethe bol bankar. Kisi masoom ki chahakti kilkaari bhar deti hai umang koi nayi si . Wo sukhad chhooan udti hui titli ke paro ki, Surili si dhun jab koi koyal chhed deti hai. Ek wajah dhoondo to kai mil jati hai, kahti hai VINi, Koi wajah nahi ki hum khush na ho. By Vinita Surana

The sunrise on her birthday brought a pleasant feeling with it. Ghazal woke up with a smile, pleasantly surprised to see her sweetheart doll, Vrinda standing near her bed with a rose in her hand. Hugging her warmly, she handed her the pink rose, wishing her with a secret smile. There was another surprise waiting for her in the kitchen, a delicious breakfast spread on their small makeshift dining table, consisting of a plate of vegetable sandwiches, poha and her favourite choco pinwheel cookies with a kettle filled with hot steaming masala tea. She hugged and kissed her daughter with moist eyes thanking her silently, being speechless at the special efforts to make her day special.           After finishing their breakfast, they set off to school, Ghazal promising her daughter a special lunch at their favourite restaurant. It was 3pm when they returned home after a relaxed lunch and at about 4pm her bell rang ,with a delivery boy from a bakery...

         Kaun kahta hai ki tum nahi ho? Mahfooz ho tum un yaado mei Jo meri har saanjh ko mehkaati hai.   Tumhaare sparsh ka ehsaas hai un hawao mei Jo aksar sihran si de jati hai.   Basey ho tum un ghatao mei Jo tanhai mei palke bhigo jati hai.   Saakshi ho har pankti ki rachna mei Jo kavita ki janani kahlaati hai.   Tumhi chamakte ho subah ki pahli kiran mei Jo chupke se mere andhere ghar ko roshan kar jati hai.   Chaand bankar utar aate ho mere aangan ki har parchhai mei Jo khwaab bankar aankho mei sama jati hai.   Phir wahi prashn poochti hai VINi Kaun kahta hai ki tum nahi ho? Kya hai koi sheh aisi jaha tum nahi ho? -Vinita Surana

Ghazal was a sensitive soul and that reflected in her poetry. Her passion for writing had been revived and there was no looking back. Her thoughts flowed naturally, creating a vivid picture of her feelings and emotions which had a sole inspiration, her deep love for Vaibhav. But there was one person who had given life to her feelings for Vaibhav, who had reminded her of her deep love which she had tucked away in some farthest corner of her heart and closed all doors tightly. It was Samar who had entered her dull and dreary life like a fresh breeze and made her realise that she had every right to be happy and work for her forgotten dreams. With his love and care, he had given a boost to her shaken confidence and slowly and gradually made her come face to face with her suppressed feelings.            Old memories still brought tears to her eyes, yet they relieved her supressed emotions with words flowing on paper. She started posting her ...

That morning had brought a new light in Ghazal’s life. She sat down with her cup of tea with newspaper in her hand, but found herself unable to read even a single word. She went back to her room, took out her diary from the bedside drawer and a pen. The lines simply started flowing on paper, without her even being aware of what she was writing, as if someone was just dictating words for her to write down.             Ghazal now knew the significance of her dream which was so vivid in her mind even now, as if it had been real. Reading her lines again, a tear found its way down her cheek. Oh how she wished, she could share her poem, the complete one, with the one person for whom it was written. She closed her eyes for a moment and to her surprise there he was, smiling at her with all his love reflected in his eyes. She could feel his presence , a hint of sadness in his smile.          ...

Ghazal’s thoughts lay in turmoil, torn between her mind and heart, she was unable to decide about the next turn of her life. That night, lying on bed, she kept on thinking about what Samar had said. Tired as she was after a hectic day, sleep just took her into its soothing wrap and into a beautiful world of dreams.          There she was in her room, writing something, when Vaibhav put his arms around her neck from behind, nuzzling her hair, taking in the fragrance of her. Surprised, she smiled at him, a sight dearer than her own life. Vaibhav held her diary and read out the lines loud. They were about two people deeply in love and he knew very well, who those two love birds were. Poetry was incomplete……..                “ Ohh its beautiful !! So loving…. complete it …can’t wait to know, what my princess thinks about me”, said Vaibhav.       ...

A strange feeling of  emptiness had crept in with their returning to her grandparents house, as if she had left a part of her at Arun’s house, which had been her home once. Last few weeks had been very different from the time she had spent years ago just after her marriage to him. Those days had been filled with bitterness, owing to his possessive nature and his misunderstandings related to her friendship with Mihir. His ego and his orthodox views had prevented him to understand the purity of her friendship with Mihir, who was everything to her, a best friend, a brother, a mentor, a guide…. They shared a bonding which was so pure that no one, who had known them, had ever attached anything dark with their friendship.                She guessed, now that he had realised his folly, Arun was more at peace with himself and that had reflected in his behaviour recently, and hence that reconciling call to Mihir. But it...